(aka where the bebeh will sleep once I get over the fear that s/he will stop breathing if I don't keep him/her two feet from me so I can stay up all night worrying about it)
I got all Martha-Stewart-crafty and made the initial paintings (I busted out a mutherfucking hot glue gun to get the block letter on the canvas). The first two initials are ready for a boy or a girl, and carefully hidden where no crazed family member can find them until the child is birthed and so named.
This is where (to your left) the bebeh will have its piss and shit wiped clean, and also where (to your right) I will fall asleep at 2AM while feeding the hungry hungry little hippo. I know this risks violation of the "don't shit where you eat" rule in the wild, but space is limited in this room. And that's a crazy-eyed sock monkey next to the pillow. Because sock monkeys RULE.
See? They RULE.
Boring. Not even one sock monkey. I am considering leaving the stock photo of the random Asian baby in the hospital-bracelet-keepsake-frame to make my mother-in-law nuts. [mwooo-ha-ha-ha]
The dog approves of the new digs.
THIS is where bebeh will sleep for a while, at least. Two feet away from my side of the bed. For convenient feeding, not because I will lie awake at night listening for breathing. Yup, that's it.
This is Cribs, yo. My fridge is baller. Check the organic milk, son.